The Trail Ride Horse

I spend my life a’waitin’ For someone to hop on my back For I’ve been trained to carry A rider and sometimes a pack Occasionally I get a person Who has never been on a horse But it doesn’t really matter Cause I love every ride, of course And when I’m not out riding I visit with my fellow corral mates We chat amongst ourselves We might even have a little debate I love when a little kid Is excited and clings to my mane He giggles with anticipation But me, I am always the same Sometimes I carry a pretty lady With perfume that smells really nice And riding on another of my friends Is her boyfriend who’s wearing Old Spice Whoever I take out riding Usually pats and rubs on my side It’s a special life for a horse I just love the place I reside!